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29. Most loneliness results from insulation rather than isolation. In other words, we are lonely because we insulate ourselves, not because others isolate us.

A bay is a noun only if water is dead. When bay is a noun, it is defined by humans, trapped between its shores and contained by the word. But the verb wiikwegamaa—to be a bay—releases the water from bondage and lets it live. “To be a bay” holds the wonder that, for this moment, the living water has decided to shelter itself between these shores, conversing with cedar roots and a flock of baby mergansers. Because it could do otherwise—become a stream or an ocean or a waterfall, and there are verbs for that, too. To be a hill, to be a sandy beach, to be a Saturday, all are possible verbs in a world where everything is alive. Water, land, and even a day, the language a mirror for seeing the animacy of the world, the life that pulses through all things, through pines and nuthatches and mushrooms. This is the language I hear in the woods; this is the language that lets us speak of what wells up all around us.[…] This is the grammar of animacy.

A 21st century poet is a woman who can speak her mind and stand upright like a mountain with her convictions, but can adapt like water in an ever changing season without losing her genuine elements.

About letters made by me; I choose. About words to speak to you; I tell you.

A bad word triggers another in your opponent. Be ready to reap what you plant

Actions are the true words of the heart.

A coat of paint and a quote of words both make cosmetic differences.

A deaf and dumb in the mist of morons is a renowed talkative among brains.

A dessert to a deserter in the desert burst, "You trust your thirst. And you are too hot! You scream for ice cream. And believe it or not, I may not be your first. But I might be your lust! Give it a shot...

Admitting mistakes, apologizing is very important in life but change! Someone can't just apologize and disappear. We need to be responsible. We have to clean up our mess. Actions are much more important than the words. Don't repeat the same mistake over and over again and end up saying sorry. 'I'm Sorry' just isn't enough always! If you still have the chance to undo the hurt with your actions, then you should. You must!

Affliction caused by the tongue is worse than that caused by the strike of the blade of a sword.

A fish-trap is for catching fish; once you've caught the fish, you can forget about the trap. A rabbit-snare is for catching rabbits; once you've caught the rabbit, you can forget about the snare. Words are for catching ideas; once you've caught the idea, you can forget about the words. Where can I find a person who knows how to forget about words so that I can have a few words with them?

A dictionary of all the words we did not say.

A dream so beautiful, Of having you close to me, An admiration, So fondly I glee. Your eyes never met mine Your hands never wrapped my wrists! Your words never say the unknown, How it is I call you my own? This love I cherish, The seeds of which you’ve sown never. Our shortest acquaintance, Etched on my mind forever.

Actions speak louder than voice but words hurt harder than punches

Actions speak louder than words is still the great truth about life.

A good leader's words are his deeds. Be a good a leader.

A good book, he had concluded, leaves you wanting to reread the book. A great book compels you to reread your own soul. Such books were for him rare and, as he aged, rarer. Still he searched, one more Ithaca for which he was forever bound.

A good storyteller minces words to entertain or inspire the audience. The politicians and religious leaders do much the same, but for a different purpose - to turn otherwise normal people to nutcases.

A group of sentences joined together is like a mob: up to no good.

A hand on the doorknob is more effective than a thousand open sesames.

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore.

A kind word can speak life into someone’s day. Offer them frequently.

ahthOOn SSyng!" I said. "That's farewell." "It sounds evil." "It is," I answered, and we parted.

A kiss is just a kiss, were words not expressed by a man tied naked to a tree.

Aisling tumbled out, his gold eyes going wild about the room to take in all of them. His beak clicked as he worked it in silence. Then, as the breaking of ice may bring a cascade of water from winter’s falls, the griffin’s voice—no longer that small shrill copy of Taryn’s, but his own true voice—poured plaintively from him. “Mom!” Taryn jerked around, her mouth dropping open. Aisling bounded toward her and she swept him up into a tight embrace. He clutched at her shoulders with his talons, burying his head under her chin, and cried, “Mom! Yoo…rrrrr…oh…kay!” “Great gods,” Antilles heard himself say and he shot Tonka a startled glance. “He cannot be speaking?!” The horseman merely smiled. “And why not?” he murmured, resettling himself on his padded bolster. “For has he not been a miracle from the very first?” “You’re talking,” Taryn cried, true delight painting itself over the grief that had seemed to mask her since the dawning of this terrible day. She was radiant once more, burning with a joy and a healing light all its own as she hugged her griffin close. “Oh, my fierce prince! My big boy!” “Yoo…rrrr…Ai-sing,” whispered the griffin. His raptor’s eyes flicked to Antilles and his naked wings fluttered. “Tilly. Yoo…rrrr…sun-shy?” Taryn giggled, her face pressed to fur. “Aye, lad,” Antilles said, tossing his broken horn. “My sun and my moon and all my starry skies.

Alex felt the words wash over him. He had the strange fantasy the things were seeking places within him to lay their young.

A leader with words and without deeds is a hypocrite.

Alfonse gave her his words, a mad jumble that didn't sound as lovely coming from his mouth as it would have flying out of the tips of his fingers.

… A librarian hands me a book of poetry – says it'll be my way of staying alone. Most words mean nothing when there's no right font for my feelings.

All description is obscene. If it's real, if it exists, why do you need the words?

All night dark wings flap in my heart, Each an ambition bird that wants to be dropped.

all my life i have looked for poems to elope with.

All round me are words, and words and words, They grow on me like leaves, they never Seem to stop their slow growing From within... But I tell my self, words Are a nuisance, beware of them, they Can be so many things, a Chasm where running feet must pause, to Look, a sea with paralyzing waves, A blast of burning air or, A knife most willing to cut your best Friend's throat... Words are a nuisance, but. They grow on me like leaves on a tree, They never seem to stop their coming, From a silence, somewhere deep within...

All that can best be expressed in words should be expressed in verse, but verse is a slow thing to create; nay, it is not really created: it is a secretion of the mind, it is a pearl that gathers round some irritant and slowly expresses the very essence of beauty and of desire that has lain long, potential and unexpressed, in the mind of the man who secretes it. God knows that this Unknown Country has been hit off in verse a hundred times... Milton does it so well in the Fourth Book of Paradise Lost that I defy any man of a sane understanding to read the whole of that book before going to bed and not to wake up next morning as though he had been on a journey.

All the words thrown on to others will eventually fall on you, so speak such pure words so that pure words will indeed fall on you.

...all this time I've been worshiping you - when other men wanted to kiss you, I've been offering the praise of my lips...

All things human begin with words.

All the untold words of this world could change this world if they were told, because words always have the potential to change the people they touch, and the world changes when people change!

all the words all the poems know my warm, soft spots.

All you must do is say 'Once there was...' and let your hoping find the words.

All you could do was hope for silence, for still air.

All words, then, belonging to the inner world of the mind, are of the imagination, are originally poetic words.

A lot of people pray for power, house, financial breakthrough, wealth etc. But only few ask God for wisdom. There are so many great power pack man and women of God who lack wisdom.

A long time elapsed, and the parents had not mentioned the name of their dead child. They never spoke of the little girl they had lost; their sorrow would have become doubly heavy if it had been brought out into clear daylight, and its power acknowledged. Now they tried to push it away, not let it penetrate beyond thought. As long as words didn't help, why use them? Exchanged between two mourning people, they were only a dissonant sound, disturbing the bitter consolation of silence.

Alphabet soup is my magic eight ball. Served hot or cold, words are delicious.

…although her mouth uttered fond words, her eyes spoke only venom.

Although these negative statements that we speak over people’s lives are ‘simple English’, they tend to be sticky and their damage is huge. Sometimes, these negative words or statements can have lasting adverse effect on the life of an individual.

Always judge a man by the coloring of his heart and only his heart. Truth can be found in his record of actions, not intentions.

Always remember we don’t own the words. We are merely guests in the house of a language.